Windy
rain against black walls. Great plane brown paper cut-outs fall with a twist. I
am this huddled train commuter of June thoughts, breaking free from bad
politics, I wish. Merri flood catches undertow branches. One Van Gogh leaf
still hanging onto the plum tree. Cards of oak leaves wave up and deal
themselves into obscurity. I go with workplace blues and domestic tests.
Darebin flood raises leaf rafts, submerges them. Mush of red maple stars
interlocks beneath incessant water. I seek detachment by not forcing
detachment. Wet strips of gum leaves broken in storms print the home footpaths
brown.
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